Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You look like you've seen a ghost.
Oh, Mr. Clampett, I'm so glad it's you.
We shouldn't let on that they's any different than us.
That explains it.
Why, they's made out of space-age metal, not even a cannon can dent it.
I ain't hardly got enough vittles for them little goomers, let alone the grown-ups.
Well, them little green fellas ate up everything there was and left without so much as a thank you.
He's landed!
What were you drinking last night?
You seen little green men with wires sticking out of their heads?
What do you think he was fixing to go?
I'll blanket the city with them.
Thankful old Biddy.
Oh, nothing in particular.
They took off for Mars on foot.
Come on, sit down.
Oh, well, they certainly gave... Martians?
They landed their flying saucer in the Drysdale's backyard.
Yeah, I guess maybe I am leaving myself wide open for trouble.
What's gotten into you?
Granny, what in the Sam Hill are you doing?
Now, it would just be family hold back until the Martians is at their fifth.
My little Martians are going to toss these Drysdale dollars out of their flying saucer by the thousands.
Sure.
You didn't shoot them, did you?